Tag Archives: life

Roadmap

Roadmaps from Lee Stone on Vimeo. I’m going to make a roadmap. There won’t be any freeways or streets marked though… just bridges, buildings, mountains, and valleys drawn by crayons. There will be a big red “X” in the bottom … Continue reading

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A Rusty Old Oil Drum

I saw this documentary about chimpanzees in a physical anthropology class once. I should have put it together then, but I didn’t. This group of primates was lead by a two-year old male. He wasn’t bigger, faster, stronger, or smarter … Continue reading

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Grey Areas

I expect beauty to happen in my every day life. I expect the sun to rise, the birds to chirp, my favorite bands to sing their songs. I expect pine cones to drop, and rivers to flow. I expect to … Continue reading

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Fake Tatoos

When I look in the mirror, I see a 36-year-old grown man. Male pattern baldness, grey hairs, physical scars, I see them all. Away from the mirror though, I feel like the scared, fragile toddler who was taken from sleep … Continue reading

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Salt water

I’ve been drinking salt water lately, just a drop or two at a time. Not because I’m thirsty, but because it’s dripping from my eyes. I tried to turn it off for a while, attempted to block the path with … Continue reading

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Picket Fences

Picket fences are for your grandparents. I want reality tv shows about my cushy desk job. I’ll order subordinates in stuffy clothes to do things that do absolutely no good for humanity, but all sorts of good for my pocketbook … Continue reading

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Defining Myself

I will define myself… and mine is the only definition that matters. I will value the family and friendships that I have, while remaining open to new people and connections entering my circle. I will be honest with myself, recognizing … Continue reading

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